I’m sitting here, on my sofa, with the window wide open. The washing machine is doing it’s thing in the kitchen, the dogs are sleeping on the sofa and the stairs. And all I can think, is how content I feel with my life right now.  For a long time, most of my adult life probably, I’ve always had this feeling that there’s something missing. Something I should be striving for, the next thing to tick off the never ending “once this happens, my life…

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